My brain is blogged

You may have noticed over the past six months or so a slowing down of bloggage coming from this writer. I can't really explain it though. I mean, I'm only really busy on the nights of Wednesday through Saturday, so it leaves me several evenings and a few weekend days to blog, right? I guess. Anyway, often I sit down and look at a blank screen and mull over what to write about. Maybe how my weekend went, or what I thought of such and such books or movies. But that really isn't very exciting for me to write about or for my readers to read about. I have these five or six blog ideas written down that I'm waiting to write at just the right time, but I never seem to know what that time is.

I suppose it's kind of like my life right now. There are these plans and hopes and dreams [and pants] that there and are just waiting to be played out into my life. And I'm always just waiting on one or two more pieces of the puzzle to fall into place. The right job, the right woman [mid-twenties, likes to run, good taste in music, lit., film..?] or the right opportunity, whatever that means. And so those that wait continue to do such until an appropriate time. I wrote in my journal a while back that I wished that I could have an adventure of sorts; travel to Europe again, take road trip somewhere, eating something or other. As I was doing a bit of driving for work today I wondered how fun it would be to steal a sports car and drive it like I really did steal it [a short lived daydream].

I was thinking the other night about how a lot of time our days, weeks, documented-period-of-time is mostly made up of monotonous actions. I worry about that, but also realize that there are times in which my actions are meaningful and beautiful and all that other stuff. And so I dichotomize. I say that there are some things in my life that will just have to be monotonous [like work and pooping], and other things in my life will have for the sake of meaning and beauty and goodness and such [like blogging...?]. I don't know, maybe all I need is a shot in the arm. And then there's actions that are both monotonous and wondrous, like running. But that's a whole other topic, for a whole other day, a day that my calves aren't filled with the fire of Hades. you have my love.